Craving

I crave sweet things:

the feel of cool rain on my face

after a heatwave ends,

sitting on a park bench watching as

a swirl of leaves descend from heaven

running around catching that first elusive

snowflake on my tongue,

inhaling so so slowly

while stroking a lover’s perfumed hair,

kissing our new born children

for the very first time.

 

 

poem © copyright Brian Shirra 2012

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